N:Era CotW: Chapter 5: The Purple LadyChapter 5: The Purple LadySpecial thanks to everyone who helped beta-read this chapter before this was even part of the story proper. @Kieral @Khav4get @Kitwulf @DRamos17 Cyras was lost. Emotionally adrift. She had a friend, someone who she felt sympathetic towards due to their suffering from living with their mother. That same ally gave her a blast of bidet, a coffee, and a pranking.Cyras was also lost because she had no idea where she was.Wysdom was a big place, a big place. Streets led to streets led to more streets. Personally, confronting Ryvoh and getting yelled at seemed a lot less scary compared to the current situation, with wolves threatening to trample her.While she felt lonely, she also felt like she wasn't alone enough.Lilu and other Civics really were like Ryvoh said, they were threats. They were pretentious and thoughts all Wilders were lesser in wit, in strength, and even in worth.Next Wilder that caused her problems, she was going to leave bloodied in a crater.Cyras hadn't paid any attention to the path to the library. While she registered some of the scenery, she wasn't exactly sure how they all aligned together. Was the ice cream shop south of the postal shop? Or east?After several hours, she saw a flash.Blinking, Cyras tried to figure out when she saw a road made of stones.She guessed that was just another weird trick of civilization, and went forth, but saw much taller buildings. Less crowded, and more spaced out, with grasses and trees.This actually seemed pretty nice. She smiled at how nature fused with the glorified rubble, making a harmonious picture. That is, until she saw a golden gate like Lilu's house. Something she thought was simply a mountain became a palace, with purple walls, and gold banners. In fact, the entire structure was mostly purple and gold, and wrapped in rows of wild grasses and trees. Even the other buildings looked small, even Lilu's palace looked small, if taking in this giant of over hundreds of feet. Who even needed all this space?Oh well, time to rob them.She dug underneath the gate, and came out to the other side, her nose driving her towards a garden. With some more sniffs, she saw rows and rows of fruit trees, and flowers, and vegetables, and basically anything else she felt like eating. This garden probably covered most of the expanse.She ducked by some white birch trees, and in some high bushes, trying to see if anyone was in the clearing. No guards.Cyras sprinted onto a stony path ringed with metal arches, and examined a flower bed, when she saw a white rose. Her favorite.She smelled the flower, when someone asked, "Are you lost?"Cyras turned around, only to see a regal purple fox, who stood tall, maybe even a full foot taller than her. She had almost stilt like legs, a green underbelly, and hazel eyes. Being honest, she may have been the most beautiful fox Cyras had ever seen, or maybe even the most beautiful individual - besides Vanos of course."I'm just collecting flowers and eating.""You are on the official property of Empress Owlis." She scanned the nearby area. "Which technically is the entire kingdom, just that you're also in the space of my palace. So those are my flowers.""No one owns flowers," Cyras said with a growl, "or even the food, or anything. You just own the territory.""A Wilder?" Electricity sparked across her fur with a hiss.Cyras felt her fur rise from atmospheric events, and she jumped before a flash of light came, blasting rock. The sound of the heavenly force echoed for miles, as black scars covered the earth."Time you go back where you belong.""Owlis," Cyras muttered under her breath. Well this would be the simplest way to get back at the Civics. She ducked her head as she ran to create space.Owlis unleashed a bolt of lightning by slamming her paw into the ground. The current shot forward, only to hit a flicker of flames as Cyras seemingly teleported away. Only ash was left.Owlis' eyes widened. She halted a split second, before a circle of flames rushed around her, whirling into tornado and sucking up all the oxygen.Cyras halted, expecting the flames would consume and finish this fight easily.A gust of wind broke the walls, embers flying. Heartless green eyes stared down at Cyras, as a mote of the blaze fell on the back of Owlis' purple paw. She extinguished the speck with a gentle, whistling breath.Cyras' brows furrowed as she took a few steps back, however Owlis sprinted towards her. In reaction, the younger fox dropped to the ground to trip her over, and as she alpha flipped into an impromptu somersault, a block of stone rammed into the back of her knee.Cyras stalked, and shot for the limping leg, only for Owlis to twist and cuff her across the nose. Her head whipped downwards, a sharp sting accompanying. Like a mother fox to her kit.Speaking of motherly discipline, Owlis bit her ear, and yanked, eliciting whines and screams.Cyras flopped to her back, exposing her belly in a submissive gesture. The older fox paused, and peered closer, then her foot flew into Owlis' jaw.The lower teeth clicked against upper teeth. A stagger...As Owlis reopened her eyes, she saw Cyras' bottom, while she was being mooned.Cyras sang, "Sour grapes, may make you whine!""Cheeky," Owlis said. Then grinned at the joke. "Literally."The air heated, and a purple trident struck the path, however again to hit nothing.Cyras laid on an arch, cheeks on her paws. She pulled her eyelids and said, "Na na na na na na.""Darling, you may not want to get too cocky." She smirked at her. "Those arches are metal.""Huh?"Streams of plasma hit the arch, tiny eruptions and burns crossing the surface of the metal. The current ran throughout her entire body, each shock firing up nerves, sending them to overdrive. Cyras' teeth chattered as she fell.Cyras thumped onto the stone tiles which bruised her ribs. As she rolled away and staggered, Owlis marched towards her. Shards of glass blasted forth as projectiles.Engaging her flames, Cyras ran as quick as she could, limping due to the hurt. However, Owlis sprinted alongside her, taking longer strides due to having longer legs. "Shame, I think we're done for now. You're quite fiery, however your technique lacks something." She gave the same scythe of fangs smile as Sandrun's ruler. "Smarts?" Cyras asked as she gained eight new tails. "Wait, no, wait, that's you." She whacked the side of Owlis with her tails. Again, the fiery blast rented the air. With a smirk, the younger fox figured she beat her fair and square. A ten foot hole stood in the wake. No body. Cyras blinked and scanned the area before sniffing. Feeling the atmosphere alter, Cyras stared up, only to see Owlis about to fox jump onto her. Front feet against head, as Cyras' face smacked into manicured grass. Thousands, maybe millions of volts filled her body, burning each atom. Owlis somersaulted off the fox jump. "No. Skill."Again, the lightning burns throughout her body, as if trying to start fires internally. Cyras whimpered pitifully.“Now to talk about the punishment.” Cyras groaned. "Ryvoh's going to be so upset."Owlis approached her with a slight slant to her eyes. "Ryvoh?""Yeah, Ryvoh. She lives in the woods-"Owlis shook her head. "I don't need any more information, I know who she is.""What are you going to do?""Usually for juveniles our list goes from jail, to community service, to corporal punishment.""What's corporal punishment?" Cyras asked."You'd be struck with a paddle." She wasn't sure what a paddle was. She heard of someone paddling in the water, so a beating with a paw? No, wait, Lilu had that little paddle with the ball - the paddle being made of foam and the ball. So maybe Owlis threatened to hit her with a ball."Okay," Cyras said with a nod. Maybe it was done on the nose or eyes? "Uh... Where?"Owlis said, "Not sure yet.""Okay, so, what's community service?" Cyras asked.Owlis explained, "Community service means you'd be working for the empire of Wysdom, until you paid off your debt.""Oh, what if I grabbed more tokens and paid in those? Would that pay off my debt?"Owlis bit down on her lower lip, and said, "Yes, but ironically you'd have to pay off the debt for grabbing those tokens, such a vicious cycle."Cyras muttered, "In the wild, if we wanted something, we took it. The only value in your gold is the shininess anyway.""Anyway, since I'm sure you have no idea about jail, a jail means you'll be behind bars."Behind bars. Well fences had bars, so being fencing out of the kingdom? Cyras nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense.""For up to 30 days," Owlis said, "a full month."Cyras wasn't a big fan of the ideas. Getting hit with a ball, being fenced out, and having to figure out how to generate metal seemed hard, but those were the quirks of Wysdom. "Guess I agree.""Very well. You will be paddled midnight." As Owlis went back towards her palace, she flicked her tail. "You're a good fighter. Reckless, but with potential.""Thanks," Cyras said. "So, when do I do jail?" ***Everything in the jail smelled of metal or concrete. The hyena shut the door behind her. Cyras found something poking out of the wall, and the room lit up. One of those icy boxes Lilu showed her sat in a corner, right next to a red couch. Cyras hopped over to the ice box.Within, some foodstuff wrapped up into a tube. "Pepperoni". She bit on the skin, but met a papery texture. Cyras chewed down on more of the tube. How lucky was she, then, she got a good enough bite to taste the insides. Spices rushed into her mouth, as she salivated.. The tube linked to more tubes, and she dragged them onto the ground, as she ate.A jug of clear fluid rested on one shelf. Water, probably. She confirmed suspicions by hauling the jug out, albeit it on wobbly legs since she wasn't a weight lifter. She fell, and the container hit the ground."At least the water’s sealed in there.” She sniffed the jug, before biting and clawing a hole, to suck on the water.All in all, she pleased herself on food, before thinking about paddling. She disliked the indignity. Who hit little girls with balls? She'd find out the answer soon enough when a hyena guard opened the metal door. "Cyras. Owlis would like to see you, in private."Cyras finished eating by that point. "You know, I'm friends with a hyena. She said she has no idea who her father is, but I do think you could be a good candidate. You are just as spotty as she is, in the same places, I even recognize some similarities in mane!""I'm a woman, and my name is Maypol.""But, you..." Oh, right, female hyenas looked like male hyenas.The hyena sniffed Cyras several times, before biting her nape to kitty carry her through the palace.After several minutes, the guard arrived at a room with a purple door. She dropped Cyras, before nudging her with her nose. She took in a pure purple room, scented with lavender. A hazel gaze fell upon her. Owlis coat matched the room - maybe she was arrogant. A purple bed, with purple carpet, with purple drapes. Almost like Lilu's room except a lot bigger.Cyras padded over to a window, before jumping onto the sill. "Wow, we're really high up!" She could barely see the flowers.Owlis said, "This is called the tower and this is my private bedroom. Usually I don't get much free time to myself up here."Cyras jumped down. She paced cautiously closer to Owlis, expecting to get bit or slapped. "So, you're not gonna hurt me, are you?""I will," Owlis said, "and that's why you've been brought here. I will be personally paddling you."Cyras' eyes widened, and she turned to run away, only for Maypol to bite her nape again and throw her over the bed."We've decided," Owlis said, "the number is different, since your friends with Ryvoh.""You can't paddle me more because of my friends! That's nepotism... Or something," Cyras said."Actually, I'm decreasing the number, but if you'd rather I stick to the original 30..."Cyras kicked her legs and struggled in the guard's grasp, albeit fruitlessly.Owlis shook her head. "You're the feisty one, my girl."She fished out a toolbox underneath her bed, and brought out a paddle.Cyras had enough of an angle to see the pink paddle had no ball. This paddle was eighteen inches long, about three feet wide, and half an inch thick. "What are you gonna do with that?""Whack your bottom," Owlis said.Cyras burst out laughing.Owlis raised an eyebrow, and took the paddle in her mouth as she came over to Cyras' tail. As she sat behind the fox, she dropped the paddle onto her paws. "May I ask what you find so funny?” "Spanking is just a joke," Cyras said. "You smack a butt, the butt jiggles, makes this really loud sound, and, and that’s just normal slapstick. You don't smack butts for punishment, but for amusement. Really embarrasses others.” "Meanwhile you have no shame, and that, my girl, is why you're getting a spanking," Owlis said.After she snarked back, the older fox whirled the paddle. "Raise your tail."Unaware of other options, she said 'okay' and hoped Owlis stuck with her word. Anxiety flowed through her veins.That's when the first crack of the paddle hit. The young fox let out a hiccupped gasp and grimaced. Well, she could handle this for now...despite the reddening mark. Moments later, Owlis unleashed continued smacks at ten second intervals. When Cyras dropped her tail, the hyena guard yanked her brush up. Cyras grit her teeth, scratched wood with her claws, put paws over her eyes, anything to distract from the painful whacks. The chamber echoed each hit, filling the room with the audio of Cyras' bottom getting struck by her.Owlis grinned and said, "Are you finally realizing not to attack taller foxes who can easily incinerate you?""Yes?"Upon the last one, the Empress took an extra hard swing, causing Cyras to let out a small, sharp scream. The guard released, and the fox hissed at Owlis. Red marks covered butt flesh and Cyras scampered off onto a dresser with a slight limp."Cyras, you may want to get down. You're going to be doing something for your community. I'll be seeing you pick up trash around the city.""Well gee," she said sarcastically, "that makes up for the fact you tried to obliterate my behind."Owlis laughed."What's your big interest in me all of a sudden, if all I am is a friend of Ryvoh?""You're going to be part of N:Era.""Near a?"Owlis explained, "The organization puts the community back together, and goes on minor missions and tasks for helping others. You'd be the perfect candidate.""Why would I help you Civics? You beat me.""You'll find out pretty quickly. I'll even forgo some of the jail sentence, so long as you agree to join me."Cyras realized she needed answers from Ryvoh, and maybe needed them now. What if Owlis did something, or what if she had a plan for Ryvoh, and what if there was a conspiracy?Cyras could escape.After all, fire melted metal, right? All she needed was enough heat..."No."***Cyras’ theme: Sour GrapesYou're living in a fairy taleAbout to trespass into hellYou're hiding in your silver castle dwelling Now pull yourself together, sailOr I am gonna chase your trailI see you dropped o'er the railing! The time has come you learn your placeUnless you like the taste of mace.Disguise ain't gonna work, so start retreating. Maintain pace, better show good faceSlow and steady wins no raceYou'll break your throat wide open, bleeding Sour GrapesMay make you whineFire JapesMake them divineFor this burning willed soulWill refuse to be restrainedI have an inner natureWhich you cannot out-train So empress strike me downThe lightning gold like crownsAnd burn my woodland homeIn anger you will foamI'll ash your wonderlandYou'll watch thisWild ChildSpark!
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